Midnight Manor Private Residence, Monday Evening

[pocketpretzels]

A Thanksgiving feast, even when just for two(ish) people, was still a feast, and thus had required both yesterday and today to be properly prepared. Most of the dishes were the same as last year: the main along with the side dishes of vegetables, potatoes, and stuffing. And yes, of course there were dinner rolls.

New this year was a soup and simple garden salad. Dessert was also the same as last year, with apple cake and butter tarts (along with a batch of the non-vegan variety that had been set aside for Marc).

"It looks fantastic," Watts said, surveying everything laid out on the dining room table. "Will you light the candles, then, while I go fetch us a bottle of wine?"

[ooc: for the beau!]

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[pocketpretzels]

"I am relieved to hear it," Watts replied. "Given how fond I am of you."

[hasaknightjob]

"One might even say 'love,'" Steven told him. "Er - me, I mean. I would say I love you."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts laughed, leaning over to press a kiss to Steven's cheek. "You did say so, in fact. Several times. And in case you'd like to hear it: I love you too."

[hasaknightjob]

"Always like hearing you say it," Steven told him. "Might even say I'm grateful for it."

[pocketpretzels]

"I love you," Watts leaned in for a proper, if quick, kiss, before he tugged Steven up a couple stairs, where he paused again to utter another: "I love you," and give him another kiss.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven giggled. Seeing where this was going - figuratively and literally - he went up a couple of stairs then paused to say "I love you" and give Llewellyn a kiss.

[pocketpretzels]

Another few stairs, another pause, another "I love you" followed by... yes, you guessed it, another kiss.

[hasaknightjob]

"Couldn't do this in a lift," Steven murmured during a pause in his own stepping and kissing.

[pocketpretzels]

"Could kiss you plenty, though," Watts pointed out.

Though it would probably be less kissing overall due to the lift being faster. Unless they got so distracted that they never made it out of said lift...

[hasaknightjob]

"Less risk of tripping I suppose," Steven said, nearly stumbling on a step as he kissed Llewellyn again.

[pocketpretzels]

"A turned ankle would certainly spoil the mood," Watts agreed, holding on to Steven tightly.

Yes, yes, the one of them more likely to trip was also the one with the ability to heal instantaneously. Still wouldn't be a fun experience.

[hasaknightjob]

Regardless of who would more be more likely to heal, Steven still looked at Llewellyn like he was his hero. "My chivalrous detective."

[pocketpretzels]

"Your anchor in more ways than one, my darling Gentleman Knight."

[hasaknightjob]

The heart eyes were back. "You are, aren't you? My dearest."

Steven leaned in to kiss him again, more than a peck this time.

[pocketpretzels]

"Always," Watts murmured in to that kiss.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven started tugging Llewellyn towards their bedroom. Then he nearly fell when he forgot they weren't fully off the stairs.

"Oh bugger - "

[pocketpretzels]

And there was Watts, holding on to him tightly so as to keep him as upright and steady as possible. "Careful, now."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven clung to Llewellyn possibly tighter than was strictly necessary. "I keep getting distracted. Forget to watch where I'm going."

[pocketpretzels]

"Are you saying, then, that you find me distracting?" Watts asked, as they stepped off the staircase and in to the hallway.

[hasaknightjob]

"Very distracting," Steven replied. Though he was paying more attention to where he stepped now.

[pocketpretzels]

"I am simultaneously flattered and concerned about you injuring yourself as a result of distraction," Watts admitted.

And at least now they were back on level ground?

[hasaknightjob]

"But I didn't," Steven said, drawing himself up proudly. "Because you protected me."

His pride was in Llewellyn, yes.

[pocketpretzels]

"No falling," Watts said. "So long as I can help it, at least."

[hasaknightjob]

"You've been doing brilliantly so far," Steven said. Though now he was getting distracted by trying to loosen Llewellyn's tie. "Haven't fallen yet, have I?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Not once," Watts said, leaning up against the wall near their bedroom as Steven fiddled with his tie.